I went to the Museum of Islamic Art. It’s a beautiful place inside and out. That trip deserves its own post. Afterwards I met up with a girl who does social media and photography for the local "What’s happening in Qatar" magazine Marhaba.
She’s not a local but Filipina. Local women dress in black, covering everything but the eyes at all times while in public and don’t talk to foreigners, often even foreigners they see regularly in their own homes.
Playing tour guide, she showed me the downtown weekend night life among the press of Indian dudes in skinny jeans holding hands with each other. I saw the wooden party boats on West Bay, the departure point for Banana Island (no innuendo), and a large ornate religious building the name of which escapes me that you must not photograph under penalty of 10,000 QR.
After that we went to Souq Waqif. A massive open air market covering 3 or so city blocks in the heart of skyscraper downtown Doha.
This is said to be the hub of traditional Qatari culture. Even so, it’s still 90% foreigners or more. Most of the shop keepers look Indian. From the looks of it you can buy pretty much anything, from live chickens to whole mutton carcass. but the latter is really nothing special, you can buy whole mutton carcass at the grocery store in the mall.
There are many restaurants: Iraqi, Turkish, Indian etc. There was one Qatari restaurant that I saw but apparently there are no Qatari specific dishes served. They don’t have any traditional named foods that differ from other Arab nations in the region.
The Souq is open most days after 4pm and is especially busy on weekend evenings. There were multiple different places where Qatari men were playing traditional music on drums and other instruments. At one everyone was seated. At another they were walking a slow circular path.
In the above pic you can see the garb of Qatari men. They all dress like this at all times. Also, one of the men is playing an instrument that I would describe as a goat skin bag pipe, although I couldn’t tell what type of animal skin was being inflated.
My guide told me that Qataris are trying hard to maintain their cultural traditions unlike some neighbors like UAE where things like this used to exist but no more. For context, it hasn’t even been 50 years since the people here were city-less desert dwellers. Essentially, all the locals have living relatives who rode camels as part of daily life.
Below, I don’t remember what type of restaurant this was, but it was very ornate. It might have been Egyptian.
As it turns out, Qatar is actually more important for India than India itself realises : it’s where the aspie indie elite goes to learn to be "gay", by which we mean "i can’t get any cunt anyway, might as well get used to living with another dude, wardrobe as well as everything else comes cheaper this way, cheap enough in fact for even scum like me to get some".
That’s a skill that’ll prove most important in their own fucking country, last I heard all the fuckable women they grew locally they exported. Leaving aside how they all look like gypsies anyway (which is why the girls don’t go to Qatar — self-respectable Qatari would rather fuck his own palm).
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